Luyện nghe bài hát Street Chains

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Straight the East side
Blood gang we heavy, nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my machetes
house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We out the teli when we outta town
Uzi on deck, ringin' off the hook
Bitch that's the
view bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put fish in my tub
up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't
Heater on my waist hotter than a pan
If you don't see I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at about a grand
I'm advanced Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

And life ain't nothin' but a day
And ain't nothin' but a long way, away
You know the come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
why I had to get a little more trunk space
Gotta insurance on the house, Allstate
Got the trap house like a heart rate
Got the trap house pumpin' an 808
like an 808

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I could fly around that bitch a tarmac
I just in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a
I put the on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they snort smack
I turn head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain
Your bitch get passed on, letter
smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a killer
Better yet Saddam nephew
no love
That's from the bottom of my
I up and paint yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and my art
Then smile at my
My bitch Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was
Now I wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I to spar, anybody want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The is real, and the Bible too long
I'm my will, and I'm typing my won't's
please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she Pinot and cheese
I out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my soda pink
I'm a to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, my bartap is cheap
I'm a man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her
I'm the nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, Connery

And ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a way, away